Gamorr Uprising on Hutta! Cr'voss stood at the edge of the shuttle as the small squadron touched down on the forest floor. A herd of Gamorreans beneath them ran for their lives; pursued by rag-tag groups through the foliage, on their tail with blaster fire. The screeching of the pigs was a sharp resound through the forest, pierced by the repeat sound of blasters scorching the air. As the Gamorrean villagers made their way into the clearing, the shuttles of the Old Empire came blazing down in a storm of thrust stabilisers scattering grass, dirt, and leaves. They halted very suddenly, cartoonishly grinding to a stop in the dirt. And as the troops marched from the shuttles, they considered themselves at in impossible crossfire, surely to be torn apart from both sides. But the soldiers marched forward, shouldering past them, digging in at the edge of the clearing and advancing to meet the slavers somewhere in the forest. Cr'voss came behind them at the rear. Feeling sympathetic towards the Gamorreans (a former slave himself), he directed them onto the shuttles before following the troops through the forest.